Deserts are a landscape of hardship. Yet as has always been my case, “Lucky for me, I love the Desert Southwest.” [Borderlands USA, p.175]
As lovely and pampered and touristed as the coast highways are, I felt relieved to be back on empty border tracks, the narrow two-laners connecting remoteness to nothingness, and rejoiced at their never-ending sameness. Here a sandstorm crosses the road; there a roadrunner, despite the name, does the same. [p.176]
Ever since Jesus Christ fasted 40 days and nights in the wilderness of the Judean Desert, they have taken on spiritual significance.
Come join me for a short border tour of the Arizona Kingdom. [please hover over images for captions]